Pride in my pussy

I have not really been one to look at or admire the vulval area of women. I love to look at beautiful women naked, the curve of the hip, the roundness of the breast and perhaps a little tummy bulge. It isn’t that I dislike seeing a woman’s pussy. It’s just I have never found them to be the most attractive area of the body.

Hairy or shaved, or indeed somewhere in between like me doesn’t matter. Pink or red vulval areas are fine. I just don’t really want them in my face.  So when browsing tumblr or such a place I speed on through when faced with too much pussy. Especially if it is pinned open so you can almost see into her uterus. Photos where a woman has piercings does intrigue me, partly because of my own clitoral piercing. But also because I am curious about outer labial piercings too.

Master is making me reevaluate my thoughts though, because he likes to look at my pussy and to photograph it. He sits and holds my labia open and tells me how my clitoris looks as I become more aroused. He leans in close and inspects it and of course licks and nibbles. I am not bare, because it is what he wants and he likes to trim and shave me to his liking.

Time then for a Sinful Sunday pussy photo

I am posting this to Molly’s Pussy Pride Project too, time to take pride in my pussy and those of other women.

Pussy Pride
Sinful Sunday

 

 

Spent

We spent 6 nights staying in this lovely tower room. Formerly an art studio it still contains the remnants of that time. An easel, finished and part finished artwork. The natural light here is good, there are 3 or 4 large windows as well as a sky light if needed. The windows overlook the river below us and the historical city in the distance. Travel and art books adorn the shelves. The bed is high, comfortable and covered with a beautiful red covering, the sheets as previously seen are turquoise. I love the colour and the feel of that red covering. 

The end of a long, but fun day. We had enjoyed a leisurely meal, attended a concert and then shared wine, and cheese at the table in the room. As I prepared for bed, Master decided he wanted more orgasms from me. Taken just after midnight, the image shows me lying on the lovely bed, relaxed and ready for sleep. Spent.

Sinful Sunday

These feet are made for touching

There was a time when I couldn’t stand anyone else touching my feet. I was very ticklish and the person who might have touched my feet only wanted to tickle them. I hadn’t ever thought of feet as an erogenous zone and never imagined that having my feet touched could be sexy.

But Master loves to touch my feet, intact he loves to touch all of me and does. He loves to stroke, caress and to massage. Often in the evening while watching TV I sit with my feet on him and he caresses and touches my feet. He does this not to tickle or play but because he wants to touch me. I find I really really love it and find it quite a turn on.

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Late night fun

This is the first weekend in over a year that Master and I haven’t been together. I am in France with my mum, he is at home. But the great news is, that he sets off today to join us. Well tonight he will stay in London, and tomorrow take the train to Paris and on down through France. On Tuesday I will collect him and bring him here.

Sitting here in bed on my own, my mind drifts back to a couple of weeks ago. When we finally got around to trying out the swing that Master bought a while back. Apparently he thinks that it will be useful while he has a painful shoulder. No doubt it it, but I think it has greater longevity than that!

These are action shots. The first blurry one taken by me on his phone. It isn’t an iPhone, and I struggled to work it. Plus I was a little preoccupied. The second, much clearer is taken by him. Late night fun indeed!

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Birthday present

He left my present at home last weekend. Actually I caught a glimpse of it the day before when I was around his place. I asked him what it was, and he said it was my gift. I asked him why he didn’t buy me flowers, or something else I can show family and friends. He laughed and asked where the fun was in that.

The truth is, that while I love flowers, they would by now be on the wane. A week since my birthday flowers would be beginning to fade and within a day or two they would be in the bin. Where as this will last a whole lot longer. Yesterday we tried it out. The padded seat is very comfortable, and by rocking backwards and forwards the dildo moved in an out. He found it a massive turn on (well, so of course did I), and that little bit of play led to some hot sex. I need a little more practice to get the best from it, but as birthday presents go, this is definitely sexy, fun and long-lasting.

I guess the only think missing here is a naked me! Sinful for Sunday all the same though.

Sinful Sunday

A new day, a new year

Today is my birthday, and as I enter a new year of life I somehow find myself ready to blog again. The past couple of months have been somewhat quiet here. Save the occasional, writers block post Sinful Sunday has been my only regular offering.

Last week’s Sinful Sunday post, a spur of the moment shot of Master changing a lightbulb naked  was rated in the top 5 by Molly. It is those kind of shots that really are the best. Therefore this week, since I have taken no photo involving stairs (this week’s prompt) I am taking a rest.

Instead I am happy to report that our sex and M/s life is resurrecting itself. Or rather, perhaps we are finding the time to get it going again. Since holiday we have been busy. Weekends away, stuff to do around the house and garden. Plus we both seemed to have returned from holiday with a strange malaise that wouldn’t seem to shift. Master has a painful shoulder, which I hope he will seek medical help for soon. This weekend though, we have shoved all of that aside.

Two mornings in a row we have had sex. Raw, just woke up and wanted to grope and kiss each other sex. Yesterday, my eyes were barely open before I found myself on my knees before him, sucking his cock. This morning I was awake first, reading birthday messages on Facebook when He began to finger my clitoris. Then he went down on me, orgasms flew through me in a way that I haven’t experienced in months. Mindful of his shoulder pain I have been on top more than of late. I had almost forgotten how wonderful that feeling is, his control from beneath me is something to behold.

As recently as Friday I was wondering if I was still his submissive bitch. Something in the things I said, and my body language that night seem to have seemed through. To us both. We have reminded ourselves of who we are to each other and that feels really good.

Sinful Sunday will resume here next week, meantime if you read this please do click on the lips and see the great photos everyone has contributed this week. But for me, today I will enjoy my birthday and savour the thoughts of yesterday, this morning and all the days to come.

Sinful Sunday